Volume 1, Chapter 60: If You Have the Guts, Jump

She simply looked at him, her gaze calm yet carrying a certain penetrating force, and asked softly.

"Fu Beichen, what was your original intention for studying medicine?"

He had thought she didn't understand him; turns out, she knew everything.

He was silent for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing.

In truth, it was to save the suffering masses of the world, to rescue one family after another shattered by the scourge of illness.

Secretary Yang also felt a headache coming on, but unlike Han Yan, the success or failure of this operation would not have any negative impact on him.

Ye Qiu walked back and sat down. When a bartender brought over red wine, Ye Qiu picked up a glass first and handed it to Louise, who was sitting beside him.

"Ahem, ahem..." Tang Chen shook his head slightly to clear his mind, coughing in embarrassment. He had originally wanted to use this trick to defuse Zhou Xuanying's anger, lest he lose control and end up devouring her instead.

This was a story about experiencing setbacks for the sake of dreams, yet refusing to give up, revealing a steadfast resilience.

Old Xing said this over the phone, with a tone that seemed to say, "Who am I supposed to ask when you ask me?" Yet the sentence that followed clearly seemed to be hinting at something to him.

Even if it wasn't superior to the Primordial Chaos Demonic Art he practiced, it was at least a top-tier cultivation method of the same caliber. Moreover, the Primordial Chaos Demonic Art was far from being some cheap street commodity among demon cultivators; it was incomparable to other demonic arts. Since Wuji was a clansman of the Profound Sword Sect's inner sect, he could never have switched to practicing demonic arts. That left only one explanation.

As various well-known content creators arrived, their fan communities began flooding the screens in succession.

"Speak! What on earth is the method?!" The voice was piercingly cold. For Ye Zixuan, regardless of whether the other person's words were credible or not, he would not let go of a single opportunity.

Han Yan calculated the recent series of events, and gradually his eyes lost their focus, growing listless.

The pale figure split into six, resembling ghostly phantoms of hell's impermanence, flashing across every corner of the thirty-foot-wide Heavenly Law dueling arena. The dark red scythe emitted a bloody glow, carving terrifying trilateral cracks into the space and the ground, from which flashes of blood frequently sprayed forth.

The two Huyan brothers could not speak Chinese. After muttering a string of gibberish—without needing Wan'er to translate—Liu Mang knew that these two fellows intended to display their martial prowess before him and challenge the warriors of Han.

Just as the cage was flying back, a streak of black and white sword qi arrived first, slashing directly onto the prison.

If the opponent picked up the glove, they would have to engage in a duel; if the opponent did not pick it up, then... his honor would suffer a blow.

The mobile operating system, also named Starlight, not only looked sci-fi in its framework, but was also immensely powerful in its functions.

"Uh... I have no idea..." Fan Tong mused for a moment. Fine, he couldn't figure it out either—how had the person run away? So upon hearing Lin Tian's question, he simply shrugged, indicating that he was clueless as well.

With that thought, Lin Tian unconsciously licked his lips, for Liu Yue's scent still lingered there. Thinking of the sensation of Liu Yue's lips, Lin Tian's breathing inevitably grew heavier.

While the enemy suffered attrition, his own side did too. However, this level of attrition was entirely bearable for the Luoyang army.

"Impossible, impossible." Although Luohou was shouting loudly from the side, he didn't lose his sanity and rush forward to seek more abuse; Liu Tianyou's previous kick had already made him keenly aware of the gap between them.

Chong Feidu seized this exact moment, sinking his spiritual energy and secretly executing the Thousand-Catty Descent to accelerate his fall. The instant his feet touched the ground, he did not rush to press the attack. Instead, he firmly planted his feet, ignored his tattered robe, and instantly flicked his wrist to launch a heavily weighted bone-piercing awl.

As a result, the administrative department sent over a memo the very next day, the gist of which was that she had damaged an expensive vase in the president's office. Starting this month, half of her monthly salary would be deducted as compensation. Considering that she had not done it intentionally, she only needed to pay for half the value of the vase.